I hurled across the road , took a leap of faith and jumped high in the air. I was touching the skies , I was in the air and what I had in my hand was a string. Euphoria had stricken , how ? It was my hand it had a string , I had caught it it had managed to get hold of the loose end of the string hissing across the ground. I was flying a kite , I had caught one. The feeling cannot be exasperated in words I was deluded with this love for over six years and now my adrenaline jumped to astounding heights. Blood was flowing faster than in my fingers , as I pulled the string. The sense of achievement at first with getting hold of the kite and then , the way I controlled it’s every direction.

There was more to follow , I wasn’t the only one who was commanding a warrior in the skies , there were hundreds of these glittering entities ruling the skies. Yes kites , kites , kites here there everywhere.
Basant was being celebrated after years my memories had faded and I had lost hope of ever commanding the skies again but today the unimaginable has happened. Lucky was a word too less to describe my feelings. Passing by a park in the capital and a banner with basant written on it what were the odds I would be able to see it in an unknown city park my car and jump into the celebrations.

The moment of reckoning wasn’t far away
Years of preparation and at last they come today
In the face of annihilation he stood merry and gay
Out of the distant mirage they came
Spears held high, armor red as flame
Bellowing a thousand chants Lord, of thy name
Ecstatic, he feared no death or mishap
With his men he hid there to entrap
Sword gripped tight, he would pounce in a snap
With no chance of squall
Sharp as ever his sword ripped them all
One, Two, Three, their demise resembled a rock fall

Inevitability hung in the air
Death came from just there
And soon the sun resembled a mere flame
He thought of his beloved as the world darkened
By her side he hoped to be awakened
Alas this futile wish left him saddened
Remember it will be as the story
Of certain servant from the old priory
For he knew he was destined for glory
It occurred only then when he cried for the lord
Though for so long the Creators power left him awed
He realized finally that there was no God